I am the heroine's godfather!

Of all the rulers of the royal court, only Lesteengel is capable of shouldering this heavy responsibility.

As expected, even fools aren't always lucky—after all, this isn't exactly a good job.

Under normal circumstances, if anyone dared to speak to Lesteen like that, she would have already stormed off to start a fight.

Of course, the above is just Loran's guess, but he can guarantee that he is 80% sure of it - after all, if Loran doesn't know Lestinger, how could he not know Christine?

However, in this situation, it would be absolutely wrong to go up and beat up the person who is gossiping; it would only escalate the conflict further.

So, Lestinger, how would you respond?

Loran narrowed his eyes.

Lesteen also had a fiery temper, so in a fit of anger she... lashed out.

"Where's the tavern? Where's the tavern around here?"

So Loran and Estia took her and her spirit Lucifer to the tavern.

"Boss! Bring me all your best wines first! Put the bill on the Elf Princess's tab!"

The boss was naturally shocked to see a demon swagger in, but before he could show his displeasure, Lesteringer's words confused him. Then he saw Loran and Estia standing behind Lesteringer.

The tavern owner's expression turned strange.

No, Your Highness and Lord Lorian, how could they be standing with a demon (who can't see Lucifer)?

These two have killed more demons than many elves have ever seen in their entire lives, right? And yet this demon dares to ask the princess to pay the bill?!

Is this right? Is this wrong?

Meeting the tavern owner's gaze, Estia nodded somewhat helplessly.

So the tavern owner, adhering to the principle of not asking questions he shouldn't ask, obediently served the drinks.

Lestinger downed her drink in one gulp, then raised her glass: "Come on! Whoever can drink me under the table today, I'll give everyone a free meal!"

Christine had done the same thing before, and back then she had a huge following. But it was a different story with Lestinger. The tavern owner hadn't said anything earlier because he was quite old, probably over six hundred years old. He hadn't left the Elf Forest during the war, so his impression of demons wasn't that bad. But these patrons were of all ages.

"Hey! Demon! Go back to where you belong!"

Although they knew the elven princess was standing to one side, the elves weren't a strictly hierarchical race, so some people still started criticizing them.

If this happened within the vampire clan, anyone who dared to speak to the Queen of the Royal Court like that would be executed by Lilith's inner personality.

Lestinger looked up and saw an elf who looked over five hundred years old, blind in one eye: "Look closely, you demon bastards! This eye of mine was blinded by your demon fodder!"

"Oh, so you're bad at it."

"What? You dare say that to me? Humph! Don't underestimate me just because I'm blind in one eye. I traded it for ten demon bastards!"

"Oh, then they're bad at it."

"what?"

Lestinger's equal attack on each side completely stunned the elf, who then raised her glass: "Come on, either drink me under the table or go back to drinking milk!"

The elf's face flushed red instantly: "How dare you, a mere demon, utter such arrogant words!"

"Stop talking nonsense, are you going to drink or not!"

The surrounding elves cheered, "Go for it! Don't embarrass yourselves!"

Even the musicians on the side started playing exciting music.

The elf was in a bind, and had no choice but to sit down at the table and drink with Lestinger. Unfortunately, his alcohol tolerance was not very good, and he passed out after drinking less than a pound.

"Tch, I thought the elves might have some experts."

"How dare you! Let me have my way with you!"

Another elf stepped forward to fight, and the atmosphere instantly heated up.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and gave Loran and Estia a smug smile.

Chapter 182 Lestinger's Tavern Diplomacy (bushi)

Loran looked on with a hint of surprise. It has to be said that, despite Lesteen's seemingly unintelligent nature, and indeed she wasn't particularly bright, her straightforward personality was actually quite appealing to the elves.

Lucifer might have summoned Lesteen precisely because of this?

Loran stopped thinking about it and ordered two drinks. He and Estia sat down to wait.

As for Lucifer? She can't get a drink, so of course they won't call for her.

As the afternoon drew to a close and the last rays of the setting sun faded, Lestinger had defeated the last person who had challenged her, and stood up with a nonchalant air: "You guys are no good!"

"Damn you, you damned demons, don't be so smug!"

An elf, who could still barely speak, weakly uttered harsh words, while Lestinger, hands on hips, remained unconcerned: "Then let's try again tomorrow?"

"Come on then!!!"

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Tina recently heard a strange story: a red-haired demon from who-knows-where set up a challenge at Old John's tavern, saying that she would pay for everyone's meal if anyone could outdrink her.

How dare a mere demon utter such arrogant words? Immediately, many people came with great momentum to teach this demon a lesson, but without exception, they all failed.

Now look what's happened! The demons are practically blaming the elves! Who can tolerate this? Some of the old fogies who were so discouraged by Christine that they vowed to quit drinking have also come out of seclusion, trying to teach this arrogant fool a lesson.

What a joke! Apart from Miss Christine back then, we've never met a worthy opponent!

Then he was drunk out of control by Lesteen again.

Now these elves must be questioning their existence.

However, as the farce unfolded, people discovered that the demons were not as ferocious or hateful as rumored; they seemed to be no different from the elves.

However, Lestinger is only one person, and people only regard it as a deviation. It will take a long time to reverse the overall impression of the demon race.

Regardless, the elves' attitude towards Lestinger had changed from hostility to indifference.

Well, in a way, this could be considered progress?

However, it is clear that trying to achieve too much too quickly is not advisable, and improving relations between the demons and elves will have to be done gradually.

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Nestled among the mountains, in a place beyond the reach of the saintess's gaze, lies the headquarters of the Church of the Evil God.

"What big move is the Apostle of Death planning this time?"

The man in the alchemical robe yawned listlessly and looked at the man with his eyes closed, dressed in a deathly attire.

"My Lord needs the completion of the Ancient Tree of the Elves."

The man opened his eyes and said in a calm tone, "This is what my Lord's followers must do."

"Yes Yes Yes......"

The man in the alchemical robe sighed helplessly, "Fortunately, the Devourers haven't issued any decrees lately, so I can finally relax."

"Hmph! How dare you address your master so directly! Gluttony, you deserve the death penalty!"

The woman, wearing a golden crown and a robe studded with numerous jewels, snorted coldly and kicked the man in the alchemical robe—the Pope Gluttony. The Pope sighed helplessly, "Yes, yes, I was not devout, I repent..."

"Oh my, you two are still as close as ever."

The man in the blood-red robe licked his lips: "Fallen, if 'she' saw you like this, wouldn't she be shocked?"

"Don't talk to that bitch!"

The fallen pope screamed, "Bloodthirsty! Do you want to die?!"

"Oh dear, oh dear, I wouldn't dare."

Despite saying that, the Bloodthirsty Pope still wore a faint smile.

"Okay, what a disgrace."

A man dressed in a silver-white robe, his eyes covered by a black cloth, spoke up, letting out a cold snort: "End! You bastard, don't act like you're the boss! It's hard to say who's stronger now!"

"Ugh."

The Pope of the End sighed: "Alright, Fallen One, if you want to fight, I'm ready anytime, but since the Abyss has summoned us here today, it must have something important to discuss."

"Humph!"

Although he was very unwilling, the fallen pope still obediently sat down.

It seems that this Abyss Pope enjoys high prestige even among so many followers of evil gods.

Footsteps sounded, then the door was pushed open, and a blond man slowly stepped in.

"Everyone."

Pale sunlight streamed through the stained glass, illuminating his golden armor.

If Loran were here, he would surely recognize this man at a glance. He is none other than Adams, the radiant golden sword Loran encountered in the Silver Dragon's secret realm!

And now, he is the strongest member of the Church of the Evil God, the Pope of the Abyss!

Given this, the identities of the others can be easily deduced: they are the remaining Holy Knights who protected the ancient kingdom of Kadia a thousand years ago.

Now, they are the popes of six evil gods.

Apart from the slumbering lord, the other six evil gods all have their own agents.

The Abyss Pope walked to the head seat, his face solemn: "The meeting begins."

"Yes."

Whether it was the previously troublesome and degenerate pope or the lazy and gluttonous pope, they all stood up and bowed slightly.

Apoptosis.

The Abyss Pope spoke softly, and the once unyielding shield that protected the nation a thousand years ago, now a dying Pope, raised his head.

"The seven-day cycle of the Elf Tree's withering and flourishing is coming to an end. This time, you will go with the Fallen."

"Huh? Why?"

The once-favored one of the gods, now a fallen pope, was somewhat displeased: "Why do I need to go on this kind of mission?"

"There's a rather unusual guy there."

The Abyss Pope said, "Just to be on the safe side, you should come along too."

"Tsk, okay, okay."

The Fallen Pope reluctantly sat down, while the Abyss Pope leaned back in his chair and looked at the last empty seat.

“My Lord conveyed a message from the Sleeper to me. The Sleeper said that we need to find ‘her’.”

"Who? That bitch? But, but she's already dead!!!"

The Fallen Pope seemed very dissatisfied and started shouting, but was silenced by a glare from the Abyss Pope.

The eternal watchful bell from a thousand years ago, now the Pope of the End, also spoke: "Yes, Abyss, we all know that 'she' is dead."

"This is the will of the Sleeper."

The Abyss Pope simply replied: "Therefore, we must find 'her,' and 'she' must still be alive."

"I just don't understand, why does it have to be that bitch!"

"This is the will of the Sleeper."

The Abyss Pope narrowed his eyes: "Therefore, the agent of the Sleeper can only be 'her'."

"Peeping into the dragon of destiny."

Chapter 183 Seven Days of Life and Death

In Loran's memory, the nights in the Elf Forest were always tranquil, and even the wind seemed like an elf wrapped in silver gauze, lightly passing around every glowing leaf.

But tonight is different.

Loran stood on the towering treetop watchtower, gazing at the ancient elven tree in the distance that almost touched the sky and covered most of the city of Tinaq—it was losing its emerald luster at a visible speed, its branches curling and its leaves falling as if being swallowed by invisible flames.

Strangely, not a single elf was surprised by such a sight.

Because of the Elf Queen's cover, this scene could only be seen by powerful beings at the Saint level.

A few days ago, the Elf Queen announced to the entire realm that the Death Apostles would be attacking soon. Loran and Estia have already arrived at the outer walls of Tinaq.

Today marks the official start of the Seven Days of Withering and Flourishing, and the Apostle of Death will surely make his move today.